Chapter 649

Cold sweat drenched my back as my heart raced. So, this was Murphy's hideout? No wonder it was called a den of devil. Just standing here was enough to send shivers down my spine. "Get inside!" The bald man shoved me hard, and I stumbled through the iron gates. With a resounding clang, the door slammed shut behind me. My heart jumped into my throat. The path of retreat was cut off. There was no turning back now—I had no choice but to press forward. The interior was cloaked in darkness, with faint outlines of antique furniture and tattered murals barely visible. Each step I took elicited an ominous creak underfoot, as though I were treading over the bones of the damned. Then, a chilling voice echoed from deep within the grand hall. "Evelyn, what an unexpected guest. Finally, you've decided to grace us with your presence." Murphy emerged from the shadows. His weathered face was twisted into a grotesque smile that made my skin crawl. Suppressing the fear bubbling within, I must